Posted by: Joanne E. Nilsson
Category: Spoken Word / Mental Health / Music & Identity
Intro:
Mental health is complex. For some of us, it doesn’t show up in neat categories or clean diagnoses. I’ve never been handed a label — and I’m not out here begging for one either. This song is a declaration. It’s about owning who I am, glitch and all. I don’t need permission to exist in my head. I don’t need to be "fixed." I’m not a case file — I’m a whole damn system running outside your grid. Welcome to my space. Here’s my song.
🎵 Glitch in Your Matrix
Style: Industrial trip-hop meets slam poetry, with glitch effects and distorted hooks.
🎙️ [Intro – glitching radio voice, vinyl crackle]
“System error... User not compliant...”
...Good.
🎤 [Verse 1]
Mental health? Maybe just a glitch in your Matrix.
You scan me like malware—sorry, I’m ancient.
I’m rich in filth, unfiltered, uncharged,
Unmatched by your system, I breathe through scars.
You plug in clean, I short-circuit by design,
I don’t need saving—I like crossing that line.
You crave balance; I crave the burn,
Your safe space turns when my shadows churn.
💥 [Hook]
I am my own—don’t run no script!
This brain’s a maze where your rules don’t fit!
You debug pain; I weaponize truth,
This glitch got grit, no need for proof.
🎤 [Verse 2]
You want names, labels, meds, compliance—
I want silence to scream in and dance with defiance.
I don’t heal clean—I bleed poetry raw,
And I etched my worth in the cracks of the floor.
You track progress, but I track pulse,
Each heartbeat a riot, no filters, no false.
“Undiagnosed” ain’t denial, it’s free,
I don’t need to fix what’s wild in me.
💥 [Hook – repeat]
I am my own—don’t run no script!
This brain’s a maze where your rules don’t fit!
You debug pain; I weaponize truth,
This glitch got grit, no need for proof.
🎧 [Bridge – vocoder + whispers]
Unfiltered.
Uncharted.
Unmatched.
Unashamed.
“Status: noncompliant… Identity: self-named.”
🎤 [Final Verse]
So don’t pity my state, don’t sell me a cure,
I live in the dirt, and my soul is pure.
Your norm is a prison—my madness is key,
Glitch, freak, misfit... I call that free.
🎧 [Outro – ambient fade]
You debug.
I disrupt.
And I love it here.
Outro Reflection:
This one’s for anyone who’s ever felt like a glitch in someone else’s program. Don’t shrink yourself to fit their box. You don’t owe anyone a version of you that makes them comfortable. Your mind is sacred, even when it’s messy. Especially when it’s messy.
If you vibe with this, leave a comment below. If you don’t, maybe it just wasn’t written for you. Either way—I’m still here. Undiagnosed. Unbothered. Unmatched.
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